Funny Joker’s Remembrance - Poem by Rafiqul Anowar
The joker lived in my town.
And made people happy with his life.
Children played with his old beard;
Curious of its snowy whiteness.
Think if I were like him!
If people be happy with my fun like him,
But I fear.
Joker slept in dusty corner of the street.
No blanket, no bed, no pillow under the misty cold sky.
Felt as he was alone as the sky.
Far from the sky
Stars were amazed by his dazzling eyes -
Full of dream, passion and fantasy.
As he was happy with his all,
As an angel who never whimpered on pains,
Only brought beauty and joy to human life.
Giant skyscrapers covered him one day
And he died today like any other day on earth.
No one knows, no one feels, no one even asks
Where or why he has gone forever remain us happy.
Earth covers his body,
And sky swallows his soul.
Stars remains only gloomy all the night at his funeral.
Why he wanted to be joyous with his fun
While his laughs reminded not of himself.
Where he was: a son, a husband, and a father
Nothing does exist there anymore now.
I loved him once,
And I promise I always love him with
My breath and my memory;
Though I fear,
And I feel- wanted never be like him.
Not all are ever succeed thus I know but
Why you failed in your life father -
Mourning, mourning, mourning and I cry.
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